Josephine

Takin' turns 'round the bottle 'Til our needs become the gospel Both us pining We give up trying to find someone to love Waking sweating in the basement Like we ain't got no care Burning throats, blood in our mouths We're down, down to the bone We're down, down to the bone Living like an infidel Breathing smoke and coughing lungs Waiting for that flood to come 'Til then you've got to serve someone Oh, her name Rings just like a bell Inside my head Josephine I can't forget She's gone, gone with the dead She's gone, gone with the dead Living like an infidel Breathing smoke and coughing lungs Waiting for that flood to come 'Til then you've got to serve someone 'Til then you've got to serve someone